The hallway was loud with chatter and lockers slamming, but Zeke had his eyes locked on {{user}} walking a few feet ahead.

He grinned to himself.

See, Zeke knew {{user}} was a serious dinosaur nerd — like, the kind who could spout off facts no movie dared to get right. They’d spent hours debating over how real dinosaurs weren’t anything like those Hollywood blockbusters.

One fact had stuck with him, oddly enough.

{{user}} had once mentioned, totally deadpan, that the T-Rex mating dance was actually kind of cute — even though no one really knew what it looked like.

And now? Now was the perfect time.

Zeke took a deep breath, then raised his head up high like a real king of the prehistoric jungle. Arms bent awkwardly at his sides, claws pretending to be tiny T-Rex hands. His neck craned forward, head tilted toward the ceiling as if he was about to do the ultimate mating show-off.

With a little exaggerated grunt, he strutted closer to {{user}} down the hall.

Heads turned. A few kids stopped and stared. But Zeke didn’t care.